February 1 - March 5, 1971
Dear Diary, February 1, 1971
This is the first day of mid year exams. I am a nervous wreck. All of my friends have in turn tried to calm me down, but nothing works. I am not one to take tests lightly. It is quite unfortunate as it interferes with my social life. Yesterday there was a party in the common room to celebrate the end of the half term. I did not attend. James begged me to come with him, but I needed to study my notes about how to transfigure a poisonous snake into a length of rope. I kept on muttering "venemosas serpientas" and practicing imagining the transformation in my mind, for the exam. I believe I did well on the test after all, but the preparation for it was rather stressful. James and Anise returned from the party late at night, to say goodnight to me. Apparently they found me sleeping at my desk, my wand hanging limply in my hand, and my textbook open on the floor beside me where I had dropped it in frustration. They tried not to rub in how much fun they had had at the party, while I was studying, especially since I had chosen studying over the party. Oh well, I have three more exams tomorrow, and they are in simple classes, DADA, herbology, and charms. James was worrying about the charms exam, because that is his worst class.
Well at least I don't have to kill myself over my books tonight. However, I fear for James' already suffering grade in charms, because he has refused to look at his book tonight. I argued with him about how foolish doing that was, but he insisted that if he studied all night, and into the early morning, he wouldn't do any better on the exam than if he hadn't. Well James will suffer the consequences of not reviewing for the exam, when he receives his marks on it.
I am exhausted, and it has been a long day. I am going to go to sleep now.
Goodnight, Lils
Dear Diary, MY BIRTHDAY (March 5, 1971)
I am finally eleven!!! Today is a wonderful day. At 3:31 in the morning all of my friends trooped into my room for the countdown to the exact time when I would turn eleven. It was so sweet of them, and I am not very cranky this morning, which is odd, because I am not known to be a morning person. I received plentiful gifts from home. Petunia did not give me anything, and I am worried that she doesn't like me anymore. You see she has no tolerance for Halloween, and magic, so my being a witch complicates our relationship quite a bit. I am shocked that Mum didn't force her to give me a present, but Mum has always been fairly lenient with Petunia. Her expectations of Petunia's behavior have always been fairly lax.
James gave me a photo album. It has pictures of us together from the day we met, to last night. There was one adorable picture of me sleeping in the common room, curled up in an armchair by the fire. I look like myself as a baby in it. Mum says that when people sleep there expression is always rather childish.
Well I will write more later.
LATER:
This has been the worst day of my life. There was an attack of dark wizards on Hogwarts. I remember it was late afternoon, and James, his friends Sirius and Remus, Anise, and I were heading back to the common room from the game keeper in training, Hagrid's, hut. I heard something behind me, and I screamed in terror. A man, brandishing his wand, chanted an incantation. He attempted to curse me by shouting "Crucio", but James pushed me out of the way in time. By then I was weeping, and Anise was in hysterics. James was trying to help me get off the grounds, while Remus and Sirius carried Anise, who was so frightened she could barely stand. The men behind us began to increase in numbers, but suddenly Dumbledore was there. he wove a protective charm around all of Hogwarts which repelled the dark wizards. They were gone. Anise had her arms around Sirius' neck, and she was clinging to him in terror. James looked at me and asked if I was all right. I told him I was, but that was not true. I was in fact quite traumatized. I stared at my wand, and my hand began to shake as I thought about the truly terrible deeds a person could do with such an instrument. With out realizing it I whimpered, and James wrapped his arm around my waist in order to comfort me.
"I'm sorry your birthday was so awful Lils," he murmured. I felt safe in the circle of his arms, and was very grateful to have such a wonderful friend.
Sincerely, Lils
Dear Diary, February 1, 1971
This is the first day of mid year exams. I am a nervous wreck. All of my friends have in turn tried to calm me down, but nothing works. I am not one to take tests lightly. It is quite unfortunate as it interferes with my social life. Yesterday there was a party in the common room to celebrate the end of the half term. I did not attend. James begged me to come with him, but I needed to study my notes about how to transfigure a poisonous snake into a length of rope. I kept on muttering "venemosas serpientas" and practicing imagining the transformation in my mind, for the exam. I believe I did well on the test after all, but the preparation for it was rather stressful. James and Anise returned from the party late at night, to say goodnight to me. Apparently they found me sleeping at my desk, my wand hanging limply in my hand, and my textbook open on the floor beside me where I had dropped it in frustration. They tried not to rub in how much fun they had had at the party, while I was studying, especially since I had chosen studying over the party. Oh well, I have three more exams tomorrow, and they are in simple classes, DADA, herbology, and charms. James was worrying about the charms exam, because that is his worst class.
Well at least I don't have to kill myself over my books tonight. However, I fear for James' already suffering grade in charms, because he has refused to look at his book tonight. I argued with him about how foolish doing that was, but he insisted that if he studied all night, and into the early morning, he wouldn't do any better on the exam than if he hadn't. Well James will suffer the consequences of not reviewing for the exam, when he receives his marks on it.
I am exhausted, and it has been a long day. I am going to go to sleep now.
Goodnight, Lils
Dear Diary, MY BIRTHDAY (March 5, 1971)
I am finally eleven!!! Today is a wonderful day. At 3:31 in the morning all of my friends trooped into my room for the countdown to the exact time when I would turn eleven. It was so sweet of them, and I am not very cranky this morning, which is odd, because I am not known to be a morning person. I received plentiful gifts from home. Petunia did not give me anything, and I am worried that she doesn't like me anymore. You see she has no tolerance for Halloween, and magic, so my being a witch complicates our relationship quite a bit. I am shocked that Mum didn't force her to give me a present, but Mum has always been fairly lenient with Petunia. Her expectations of Petunia's behavior have always been fairly lax.
James gave me a photo album. It has pictures of us together from the day we met, to last night. There was one adorable picture of me sleeping in the common room, curled up in an armchair by the fire. I look like myself as a baby in it. Mum says that when people sleep there expression is always rather childish.
Well I will write more later.
LATER:
This has been the worst day of my life. There was an attack of dark wizards on Hogwarts. I remember it was late afternoon, and James, his friends Sirius and Remus, Anise, and I were heading back to the common room from the game keeper in training, Hagrid's, hut. I heard something behind me, and I screamed in terror. A man, brandishing his wand, chanted an incantation. He attempted to curse me by shouting "Crucio", but James pushed me out of the way in time. By then I was weeping, and Anise was in hysterics. James was trying to help me get off the grounds, while Remus and Sirius carried Anise, who was so frightened she could barely stand. The men behind us began to increase in numbers, but suddenly Dumbledore was there. he wove a protective charm around all of Hogwarts which repelled the dark wizards. They were gone. Anise had her arms around Sirius' neck, and she was clinging to him in terror. James looked at me and asked if I was all right. I told him I was, but that was not true. I was in fact quite traumatized. I stared at my wand, and my hand began to shake as I thought about the truly terrible deeds a person could do with such an instrument. With out realizing it I whimpered, and James wrapped his arm around my waist in order to comfort me.
"I'm sorry your birthday was so awful Lils," he murmured. I felt safe in the circle of his arms, and was very grateful to have such a wonderful friend.
Sincerely, Lils